Chords for "Ghetto (remix)" Akon feat. Biggie & 2Pac
Tempo:
93.65 bpm
Chords used:
Gb
Abm
Ab
Ebm
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Ebm] [Gb]
[Abm] I know how it's gonna wake up, [Gb] pockets broke as hell, another rock to [Abm] sell.
People look at you like you's the user, [Gb] selling drugs to all the losers, mad Buddha [Abm] abused her.
But they don't know about the stress-filled [Gb] day, baby on the way, mad bills to pay.
[Abm] That's why you drink Pangare, so you can [Gb] reminisce and wish you wasn't living so [Abm] devilish.
I remember I was just like you, [Gb] smoking blunts with my crew, flipping over 60 [Abm] tools, cause
GED wasn't B-I-G, [Gb] I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms [Abm] hate me.
She was forced to kick me out, no [Gb] doubt, then I figured out, niggas went for 20,000 [Abm] now.
Packed up my tools for my raw power [Gb] move, Glock 19 for casket and flower [Abm] moves.
So Trump's trying to stop my flow, [Gb] and what they don't know, will show on the [Abm] autopsy.
Went to see Poppy, the cockney, a brick, asked for some casam and he wasn't trying to hear it.
Smoking mad newports cause I'm doing [Gb] quarks, throwing a salt, then I caught the bridgeport,
New [Abm] York.
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man, you better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Abm] You better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Gb]
[Abm] [Gb] [Db]
[Abm] These streets remind [Gb] me of Quicksand, when [Abm] you're on it, you keep [Gb] going down,
going down, and [Abm] there's no one to hold on to, [Gb] and there's no one to pull you out.
You keep [Abm] on falling, [Ab] no one can hear [Gb] you calling, so you end up self [Ab]-destruct.
On a corner with a toolie on a wheel [Gb] slide, just thought about the thing to a state [Ab] high,
deep dark summer back from the K [Gb]-Side, dark memories of when there was no [Abm] sunshine.
They said that I [Gb] would make it, I remember like [Abm] yesterday,
holding on to what [Gb] God gave me, cause that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
Again, [Gb] you're [Abm] sleeping in the [Gb] ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
[Gb] Again, you're [Abm] sleeping in the [Gb] ghetto,
[Db] ghetto.
I [Abm] like to stay up in these closed captions, addicted to fake and [Gb] trashing,
pictures of axes, playing back, intermittent [Abm] mashing, no fair play-offs,
for this young black man, [Gb] some seem to be stranded in this land of hell,
jail and crack, [Abm] saying, it's hard to pick a culture,
all the repercussions, [Gb] while pushing on backstabbing vultures,
selling my soul [Abm] for my theory of wishes,
fast cars,
[Gb] whizzing out of my life, a legend immortalized in pictures,
[Abm] watch their tears, they're your living,
my childhood years, [Gb] was spent,
worrying my fears in the cemetery,
[Abm] here's a message to the new born,
wait and breathe, [Gb] if you believe in your energy,
just look at me, [Abm] against all odds,
though life is hard, I count it [Gb] all,
living in the projects, broke, no lights [Abm] on,
to all that sees, they follow me,
protect your assets, [Gb] more with less,
but you're still precious, still precious,
[Abm] ghetto, [Gb]
[Abm] ghetto, ghetto, [Gb] another day [Db] in the ghetto,
[Abm] gunshots every night,
[Gb] crooked cops on site,
[Abm] everyday is a fight,
[Gb] ghetto, ghetto, another day in the ghetto,
[Ab] black kids two feet in a ghetto,
[Gb] selling coke and weed in a ghetto,
[Abm] everyday somebody beat in a ghetto,
[Gb] I had the [Abm] master plan, I'm in the caravan,
on my way to [Gb] Maryland,
with my man Two Tex to take over this [Abm] project,
they call him Two Tex, he choke Two Tex,
[Gb] and when he start to bust, he like to ask who's next,
[Abm] at last, I'm literally lounging black,
[Gb] sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks,
[Abm] see who got smoked, what rumors were spread,
[Gb] last I heard I was dead, I was dead, I was dead, [Abm] I was dead, I was dead,
ghetto, [Ebm] ghetto, another day [Gb] in the ghetto,
[Abm] ghetto, ghetto, [Ebm] another [Eb] day in the ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] living by the ghetto,
[Abm] eating in the ghetto,
[Gb] that's the life when [Abm] you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] sleeping in the ghetto,
[Abm] living in the [Gb] ghetto,
ghetto, ghetto,
[Abm] I [Gb] kind of realized how powerful [Abm] Tupac and I was,
you know what I'm saying, because [Gb] Tupac is a strong dude,
I know dude, you know what I'm [Abm] saying,
we two individual people, [Gb] he weighs a coastal beef,
[Abm] even though we was going through our trauma,
I would never wish [Gb] death on nobody,
because there ain't no coming back from it.
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Ebm] [Gb]
[Abm] I know how it's gonna wake up, [Gb] pockets broke as hell, another rock to [Abm] sell.
People look at you like you's the user, [Gb] selling drugs to all the losers, mad Buddha [Abm] abused her.
But they don't know about the stress-filled [Gb] day, baby on the way, mad bills to pay.
[Abm] That's why you drink Pangare, so you can [Gb] reminisce and wish you wasn't living so [Abm] devilish.
I remember I was just like you, [Gb] smoking blunts with my crew, flipping over 60 [Abm] tools, cause
GED wasn't B-I-G, [Gb] I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms [Abm] hate me.
She was forced to kick me out, no [Gb] doubt, then I figured out, niggas went for 20,000 [Abm] now.
Packed up my tools for my raw power [Gb] move, Glock 19 for casket and flower [Abm] moves.
So Trump's trying to stop my flow, [Gb] and what they don't know, will show on the [Abm] autopsy.
Went to see Poppy, the cockney, a brick, asked for some casam and he wasn't trying to hear it.
Smoking mad newports cause I'm doing [Gb] quarks, throwing a salt, then I caught the bridgeport,
New [Abm] York.
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man, you better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Abm] You better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Gb]
[Abm] [Gb] [Db]
[Abm] These streets remind [Gb] me of Quicksand, when [Abm] you're on it, you keep [Gb] going down,
going down, and [Abm] there's no one to hold on to, [Gb] and there's no one to pull you out.
You keep [Abm] on falling, [Ab] no one can hear [Gb] you calling, so you end up self [Ab]-destruct.
On a corner with a toolie on a wheel [Gb] slide, just thought about the thing to a state [Ab] high,
deep dark summer back from the K [Gb]-Side, dark memories of when there was no [Abm] sunshine.
They said that I [Gb] would make it, I remember like [Abm] yesterday,
holding on to what [Gb] God gave me, cause that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
Again, [Gb] you're [Abm] sleeping in the [Gb] ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
[Gb] Again, you're [Abm] sleeping in the [Gb] ghetto,
[Db] ghetto.
I [Abm] like to stay up in these closed captions, addicted to fake and [Gb] trashing,
pictures of axes, playing back, intermittent [Abm] mashing, no fair play-offs,
for this young black man, [Gb] some seem to be stranded in this land of hell,
jail and crack, [Abm] saying, it's hard to pick a culture,
all the repercussions, [Gb] while pushing on backstabbing vultures,
selling my soul [Abm] for my theory of wishes,
fast cars,
[Gb] whizzing out of my life, a legend immortalized in pictures,
[Abm] watch their tears, they're your living,
my childhood years, [Gb] was spent,
worrying my fears in the cemetery,
[Abm] here's a message to the new born,
wait and breathe, [Gb] if you believe in your energy,
just look at me, [Abm] against all odds,
though life is hard, I count it [Gb] all,
living in the projects, broke, no lights [Abm] on,
to all that sees, they follow me,
protect your assets, [Gb] more with less,
but you're still precious, still precious,
[Abm] ghetto, [Gb]
[Abm] ghetto, ghetto, [Gb] another day [Db] in the ghetto,
[Abm] gunshots every night,
[Gb] crooked cops on site,
[Abm] everyday is a fight,
[Gb] ghetto, ghetto, another day in the ghetto,
[Ab] black kids two feet in a ghetto,
[Gb] selling coke and weed in a ghetto,
[Abm] everyday somebody beat in a ghetto,
[Gb] I had the [Abm] master plan, I'm in the caravan,
on my way to [Gb] Maryland,
with my man Two Tex to take over this [Abm] project,
they call him Two Tex, he choke Two Tex,
[Gb] and when he start to bust, he like to ask who's next,
[Abm] at last, I'm literally lounging black,
[Gb] sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks,
[Abm] see who got smoked, what rumors were spread,
[Gb] last I heard I was dead, I was dead, I was dead, [Abm] I was dead, I was dead,
ghetto, [Ebm] ghetto, another day [Gb] in the ghetto,
[Abm] ghetto, ghetto, [Ebm] another [Eb] day in the ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] living by the ghetto,
[Abm] eating in the ghetto,
[Gb] that's the life when [Abm] you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] sleeping in the ghetto,
[Abm] living in the [Gb] ghetto,
ghetto, ghetto,
[Abm] I [Gb] kind of realized how powerful [Abm] Tupac and I was,
you know what I'm saying, because [Gb] Tupac is a strong dude,
I know dude, you know what I'm [Abm] saying,
we two individual people, [Gb] he weighs a coastal beef,
[Abm] even though we was going through our trauma,
I would never wish [Gb] death on nobody,
because there ain't no coming back from it.
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
[Abm] [Gb]
Key:
Gb
Abm
Ab
Ebm
Db
Gb
Abm
Ab
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[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Gb] _
[Abm] I know how it's gonna wake up, [Gb] pockets broke as hell, another rock to [Abm] sell.
People look at you like you's the user, [Gb] selling drugs to all the losers, mad Buddha [Abm] abused her.
But they don't know about the stress-filled [Gb] day, baby on the way, mad bills to pay.
[Abm] That's why you drink Pangare, so you can [Gb] reminisce and wish you wasn't living so [Abm] devilish.
I remember I was just like you, [Gb] smoking blunts with my crew, flipping over 60 [Abm] tools, cause
GED wasn't B-I-G, [Gb] I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms [Abm] hate me.
She was forced to kick me out, no [Gb] doubt, then I figured out, niggas went for 20,000 [Abm] now.
Packed up my tools for my raw power [Gb] move, Glock 19 for casket and flower [Abm] moves.
So Trump's trying to stop my flow, [Gb] and what they don't know, will show on the [Abm] autopsy.
Went to see Poppy, the cockney, a brick, asked for some casam and he wasn't trying to hear it.
Smoking mad newports cause I'm doing [Gb] quarks, throwing a salt, then I caught the bridgeport,
New [Abm] York.
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man, you better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Abm] You better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Abm] _ These streets remind [Gb] me of Quicksand, when [Abm] you're on it, you keep [Gb] going down,
going down, and [Abm] there's no one to hold on to, [Gb] and there's no one to pull you out.
You keep [Abm] on falling, [Ab] no one can hear [Gb] you calling, so you end up self [Ab]-destruct.
On a corner with a toolie on a wheel [Gb] slide, just thought about the thing to a state [Ab] high,
deep dark summer back from the K [Gb]-Side, dark memories of when there was no [Abm] sunshine.
They said that I [Gb] would make it, I remember like [Abm] yesterday,
holding on to what [Gb] God gave me, cause that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
Again, [Gb] _ _ you're [Abm] sleeping in the _ [Gb] ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
[Gb] _ _ Again, you're [Abm] sleeping in the [Gb] ghetto,
_ [Db] ghetto.
I [Abm] like to stay up in these closed captions, addicted to fake and [Gb] trashing,
pictures of axes, playing back, intermittent [Abm] mashing, no fair play-offs,
for this young black man, [Gb] some seem to be stranded in this land of hell,
jail and crack, [Abm] saying, it's hard to pick a culture,
all the repercussions, [Gb] while pushing on backstabbing vultures,
selling my soul [Abm] for my theory of wishes,
fast cars,
[Gb] whizzing out of my life, a legend immortalized in pictures,
[Abm] watch their tears, they're your living,
my childhood years, [Gb] was spent,
worrying my fears in the cemetery,
[Abm] here's a message to the new born,
wait and breathe, [Gb] if you believe in your energy,
just look at me, [Abm] against all odds,
though life is hard, I count it [Gb] all,
living in the projects, broke, no lights [Abm] on,
to all that sees, they follow me,
protect your assets, [Gb] more with less,
but you're still precious, still precious,
[Abm] ghetto, _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
[Abm] ghetto, _ ghetto, [Gb] another day [Db] in the ghetto,
[Abm] gunshots every night,
[Gb] crooked cops on site,
[Abm] everyday is a fight,
[Gb] ghetto, ghetto, another day in the ghetto,
[Ab] black kids two feet in a ghetto,
[Gb] selling coke and weed in a ghetto,
[Abm] everyday somebody beat in a ghetto,
[Gb] _ I had the [Abm] master plan, I'm in the caravan,
on my way to [Gb] Maryland,
with my man Two Tex to take over this [Abm] project,
they call him Two Tex, he choke Two Tex,
[Gb] and when he start to bust, he like to ask who's next,
[Abm] at last, I'm literally lounging black,
[Gb] sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks,
[Abm] see who got smoked, what rumors were spread,
[Gb] last I heard I was dead, I was dead, I was dead, [Abm] I was dead, I was dead,
ghetto, [Ebm] ghetto, another day [Gb] in the ghetto,
[Abm] ghetto, _ ghetto, [Ebm] another [Eb] day in the ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] living by the ghetto,
[Abm] eating in the ghetto,
[Gb] _ that's the life when [Abm] you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] sleeping in the ghetto,
[Abm] living in the [Gb] ghetto,
ghetto, ghetto,
[Abm] _ _ I [Gb] kind of realized how powerful [Abm] Tupac and I was,
you know what I'm saying, because [Gb] Tupac is a strong dude,
I know dude, you know what I'm [Abm] saying,
we two individual people, [Gb] he weighs a coastal beef,
[Abm] even though we was going through our trauma,
I would never wish [Gb] death on nobody,
because there ain't no coming back from it.
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
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[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Gb] _
[Abm] I know how it's gonna wake up, [Gb] pockets broke as hell, another rock to [Abm] sell.
People look at you like you's the user, [Gb] selling drugs to all the losers, mad Buddha [Abm] abused her.
But they don't know about the stress-filled [Gb] day, baby on the way, mad bills to pay.
[Abm] That's why you drink Pangare, so you can [Gb] reminisce and wish you wasn't living so [Abm] devilish.
I remember I was just like you, [Gb] smoking blunts with my crew, flipping over 60 [Abm] tools, cause
GED wasn't B-I-G, [Gb] I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms [Abm] hate me.
She was forced to kick me out, no [Gb] doubt, then I figured out, niggas went for 20,000 [Abm] now.
Packed up my tools for my raw power [Gb] move, Glock 19 for casket and flower [Abm] moves.
So Trump's trying to stop my flow, [Gb] and what they don't know, will show on the [Abm] autopsy.
Went to see Poppy, the cockney, a brick, asked for some casam and he wasn't trying to hear it.
Smoking mad newports cause I'm doing [Gb] quarks, throwing a salt, then I caught the bridgeport,
New [Abm] York.
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man, you better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Abm] You better have your gatin' hand, again.
[Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Abm] _ These streets remind [Gb] me of Quicksand, when [Abm] you're on it, you keep [Gb] going down,
going down, and [Abm] there's no one to hold on to, [Gb] and there's no one to pull you out.
You keep [Abm] on falling, [Ab] no one can hear [Gb] you calling, so you end up self [Ab]-destruct.
On a corner with a toolie on a wheel [Gb] slide, just thought about the thing to a state [Ab] high,
deep dark summer back from the K [Gb]-Side, dark memories of when there was no [Abm] sunshine.
They said that I [Gb] would make it, I remember like [Abm] yesterday,
holding on to what [Gb] God gave me, cause that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
Again, [Gb] _ _ you're [Abm] sleeping in the _ [Gb] ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living, again.
[Gb] _ _ Again, you're [Abm] sleeping in the [Gb] ghetto,
_ [Db] ghetto.
I [Abm] like to stay up in these closed captions, addicted to fake and [Gb] trashing,
pictures of axes, playing back, intermittent [Abm] mashing, no fair play-offs,
for this young black man, [Gb] some seem to be stranded in this land of hell,
jail and crack, [Abm] saying, it's hard to pick a culture,
all the repercussions, [Gb] while pushing on backstabbing vultures,
selling my soul [Abm] for my theory of wishes,
fast cars,
[Gb] whizzing out of my life, a legend immortalized in pictures,
[Abm] watch their tears, they're your living,
my childhood years, [Gb] was spent,
worrying my fears in the cemetery,
[Abm] here's a message to the new born,
wait and breathe, [Gb] if you believe in your energy,
just look at me, [Abm] against all odds,
though life is hard, I count it [Gb] all,
living in the projects, broke, no lights [Abm] on,
to all that sees, they follow me,
protect your assets, [Gb] more with less,
but you're still precious, still precious,
[Abm] ghetto, _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
[Abm] ghetto, _ ghetto, [Gb] another day [Db] in the ghetto,
[Abm] gunshots every night,
[Gb] crooked cops on site,
[Abm] everyday is a fight,
[Gb] ghetto, ghetto, another day in the ghetto,
[Ab] black kids two feet in a ghetto,
[Gb] selling coke and weed in a ghetto,
[Abm] everyday somebody beat in a ghetto,
[Gb] _ I had the [Abm] master plan, I'm in the caravan,
on my way to [Gb] Maryland,
with my man Two Tex to take over this [Abm] project,
they call him Two Tex, he choke Two Tex,
[Gb] and when he start to bust, he like to ask who's next,
[Abm] at last, I'm literally lounging black,
[Gb] sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks,
[Abm] see who got smoked, what rumors were spread,
[Gb] last I heard I was dead, I was dead, I was dead, [Abm] I was dead, I was dead,
ghetto, [Ebm] ghetto, another day [Gb] in the ghetto,
[Abm] ghetto, _ ghetto, [Ebm] another [Eb] day in the ghetto,
that's the life [Abm] when you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] living by the ghetto,
[Abm] eating in the ghetto,
[Gb] _ that's the life when [Abm] you're living in the ghetto,
[Gb] sleeping in the ghetto,
[Abm] living in the [Gb] ghetto,
ghetto, ghetto,
[Abm] _ _ I [Gb] kind of realized how powerful [Abm] Tupac and I was,
you know what I'm saying, because [Gb] Tupac is a strong dude,
I know dude, you know what I'm [Abm] saying,
we two individual people, [Gb] he weighs a coastal beef,
[Abm] even though we was going through our trauma,
I would never wish [Gb] death on nobody,
because there ain't no coming back from it.
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _